Romance An Old Debt has to be Paid..by salir

[Lollobionda]

'An unannounced visit! - 27’ …

We had some relaxing days.

It was Friday afternoon and I was still working. I had to work a bit longer. It was about two o’clock and I knew Meena is at this time shopping or at home, she left the home at half past one as every Friday. I was busy in my office with a patient as my mobile phone rang. I looked at the number it was Meena. 

I took it and before let her to say something, I told her: “I call you in some minute darling.” And hang on.

In about fifteen minutes I had time to call her.

Her voice was a bit excited: ‘Nadir, can you come home? I mean now, Murad is here.’

“What? Why? What does he want?”

"He says he cannot come on Sunday."

"Okay, and when comes he instead of it?"

"In two weeks, can you please come home now?"

"What is the problem, baby. Tell him, that’s okay!"

"Nadir I think he wants more! He is here not just because of that!"

“Meena, my baby, be relaxed and control the situation! I can’t come now. I have much to do, perhaps in one hour, but sure not earlier!”

“Okay. I try, see you…”

I was after one and half hour at home.

She came out while I rode into the garage. As I got out of the car, she embraced me and kissed me on the lips and we stayed for some minutes in the garden while chugging.

Finally, I whispered: ‘Is somebody there?’

'No, Murad has left already.'

'Is everything okay with you?'

'Yes, he wanted me!'

'And? Was he successful?'

'No, of course not!'

'Okay, can we go in? I want you to tell me everything.'

'Yes ... I am cooking for dinner.'

I let her finish her working in the kitchen and as we sat for dinner I asked her: “How long was he here?”

She thought one Moment and replied: ‘About half an hour.’

Then she told me about his short visit. Murad hoped to move and convince her to let him fuck her, but she resisted and promised him to let him in two weeks and emphasized that any way my presence is necessary if there is something going to happen. For me this was a too short narration for his over half an hour stay in our home. But I said nothing.

After dinner, I sat in the living room, to the TV. Meena was after some short minutes there and sat next to me. Some minutes went on in silence and I pretend to be busy to look at the news. She embraced me in an abrupt movement and kissed me.

Her hair was near to my face and I felt the dampness of them.

I murmured into her ear: ‘Did you shower?’

She replied quietly: ‘Yes. Shortly before you arrived.’

I was astonished and curious. There was some sure sexual action there, between them, otherwise this was no time for her to shower.

She interrupted my thought and murmured: “What should we do, darling?”

“What do you mean Meena? In which relationship?”

Perhaps she heard my irritation from my voice, she parted from me and looked at my face: ”If he comes in two weeks, he expects me to…” And she paused…

“To let him fuck you?”

“Yes, you know this exactly.”

“Ok. If you like, you can let him to do it!”

Meena was now the one who was surprised and perhaps a bit hurt.

How have I gotten to tell this? I asked myself this question at the moment as I saw her injured. It was obvious that is all grew into something that surprised both my wife and me at the same time!

She asked: “Are you serious?”

I replied to her, with a question: “What do you think?”

“Nadir, I’ll do anything you want and you wish, but just promise me one thing.”“What is it?”

I was curious what is coming now. I turned to her, brushing the hair from her eyes.

“Nadir...Those things we did, I mean I did and said with Murad…” Meena took my hand tight as she looked up at me.

“And about...You know...... I mean, you know...”

“…Was just a game.” I said for her.

“Yesss... Thanks...It feels weird to say that now. But...I didn't mean even what I said, not really. I behaved so, said and did those things just to get you excited. To see the look on your face.”

“You mean this all what happened in last time was just for me? Just to excite me?” I asked provocatively.

“No… No, not just for you, I do not mean that, but if you had said only one word, I stopped it. But for sure, as I repeated often, I am just a human being and a wife with normal feelings…”

“And you are very sexy!”

“Okay, if you think so… I am not having unusually strong sexual desires. I knew how it would affect you, and...My God...You should have seen yourself while he was having… I mean I know you want me to feel good when all that was happening, and I did, but..It was mostly trying to excite you and spice it up for you…”

“Meena, if it makes you feel better to explain this to me, then you can go on. But you don't need to. I understand. Okay? It's just our game…”

She leaned into me and hugged me tight; ‘It is so good to hear you accept it. I knew you knew it already, but I like hearing it from your lips.’

She looked up at me with a hazy grin.

I kissed her lips and after I stopped, she continued: “One thing I wanted to say...”

“Sure.” I said.

“Well, if I could just make one demand in all this…”

“No. No demands please tell me what you wish?”

She laughed again... Then paused, staring up at me: “Mm...my one demand would be that, when we do something, that something happening would be only the one time or place, and not an ongoing repeat with anyone. I am not saying I want to do it again or don't want to do it again you give the instructions but…”

“My baby...I understand...just say it.”

She took a deep breath: “Okay? I don't want us to have something open with someone else. With anyone else. Okay? So for example, if Murad comes in two weeks and we are very close to him and we do things together. Well after that. It's over right? That was it. I don’t want him to come and have sex with me anytime he likes. Promise me Nadir…”

“Okay, baby. That's exactly the way it is going to be. I feel the same way as you. I am going to make it as you wish… I know it is a fantasy game and if it is going to continue with somebody, that's not more our fantasy and our game.”

“Really? You really feel that way?”

“Yes, my baby.”

“Ohhh! Thank you!” She said, hugging me tight.

“I am so glad we feel the same, Nadir!” Meena moaned, squeezing me as tight as she could.

I pulled her tight against me.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing my chest.

“I love you so much.” She said.

“I love you so much too Meena.”

She looked at my face and smiled.

It was good to speak with her about these subjects. It made me feel good. I tightened my arms around her.

I wanted to see my recordings from this afternoon later, for sure.

I was curious what has happened between Meena and her young lover, previously.

I was excited just thinking about it.

Finally, I took her face in my hands, kissed her cheeks and then her eyes and lips and looked in her eyes and said: ‘And one thing more…’

‘Yeah?’ She said waiting.

“I want you not to wait always for me if there is another person and you want to be close to him, not because of me…”

“I do it because I think you…”

“As I said, don’t do it because of me. If you are in a mood to do something, just do it… You have not to wait for me to be there… I want you to behave naturally and as you will and you feel… I know you do many things just for me but it is more exciting for me if you behave naturally as you feel and as your body demands…”

“Well, good. But of course I'd rather ask if it is okay with you... But as you wish…” She smiled up at me and puckered up for a kiss.

We hugged some more. 

I said: ‘I am glad we feel the way we do about things, baby. I mean it.’

“Mmmm... Me too.”

She tightened her hold on my waist and pressed a kiss against my chest.

“You know why?” I asked.

“You tell me…”

“Because there is just the two of us… All others, are only the players of our game and I want this to be so, for always…”

She hummed against my chest and let out a heavy sigh. Then she looked up at me with quivering lips and everything, her eyes were tearful.

I smiled, bending down to kiss her forehead. Then we kissed long and hard. When we parted lips, she was still staring up at me, beaming.

After about fifteen minutes she stood up and said she is tired and it is time to go to bed.

I pat her bottom and said I am going to work a little in my study and I meet her later or perhaps in the morning.

Meena left for upstairs and I went some minute later also to my room. I was really excited to look the recordings of today afternoon. Actually I didn’t know if there was some real sex action between them, but however, this was a real turn on for me after a long time to look at my recorded files.

At first it seemed nothing special is going to happen.

Meena was a bit nervous as she opened the door and came out of the house and saw him. Murad came to her and took her in his arms and kissed her lightly on her cheeks. Then asked if I am at home. Meena responded not yet but I’ll come soon.

Then while extending her arm and gesturing him into house, she asked him if anything is okay? He responded that he can’t visit us next Sunday but in two weeks and he was in the neighborhood and preferred to come personally and inform us.

Meena led Murad into living room. He was holding her hand and she let him do so.

Before they sat he stood next to couch and looked with a large, handsome smile at her face. Meena was in tight blue jeans and as often a light colored blouse which was loose down. He could imagine for sure her beautiful breasts under it. Her cleavage was clearly to see. Murad had his gaze linger on her tits. He took her right hand and rubbed it to his cheeks and then lips and kissed it.

I thought it was true that he didn't have to care this time about me to surprise them. But what was my Meena thinking and feeling at this moment? This went on for some moments. Still he was kissing her hand, and she was watching him. Then I saw she got close and kissed his lips slightly, and murmured something. I couldn’t hear that one.

Murad sat down and pulled her to himself. Meena got at the last moment to sit next to him and not on his thighs!

I felt I am going to have a hard on already. Why did I always find these moments so arousing? I didn’t know. I had as always no answer.

Finally, Meena spoke: “I have to call Nadir, do you like a glass of juice?”

Murad let her hand go and responded: “Yes, please.”

Meena went in the kitchen and this was the Moment as she called me.

As she went back, Murad stood up and took his Glass of her hand and put it on the table then came closer and began to caress her hair and said softly: “Can I stay some minutes longer?”

Meena looked at him, smiled and said: “For sure, sit down please.”

And she sat down also.

As I was looking at this scene, I thought he was well mannered, polite, hardworking and honest like every good lad should be. He knew she likes him. And perhaps since her serious talk about herself and me and her love for me, he hated me!

There she was, my Meena and this very young fellow who loved her. Murad proceeded to engage her in that awkward small talk the kind of slightly awkward talk where neither person knew what the next minute would bring. Sometime he was looking direct in her eyes and sometime his knee contacted obviously her thighs.

I was sure that Meena realized his intention all the time, but did nothing to stop him.

He kept chatting away with her for a few minutes until he abruptly fixed his posture and took my beautiful wife in his arms and tried to kiss her lips.

Meena stopped him but just after some moments. 

Meanwhile he kissed her lips passionately until Meenna tenderly pushed him away: “Murad, you know my husband is not at home and I don’t think…”

Murad looked at her face and said: “I don’t want to push you Meena but I'm crazy about you, let me just…”

Meena went on: “...But I promise you, I loved it last time with you, you felt it and next time when you come, he is here and I promise you, you can have me as you like, but now I can’t…”

Murad was apparently disappointed but he said only: “Okay, if you promise me, you know I have to have you…”

The next ten minutes was just some chatting about Garden and he said that after his next time visit and work, the Garden needs not more to be cared about up to next spring. 

After he left Meena came back in the living room, she took his empty glass and went in the kitchen. Then she went out and to upstairs. I thought she is going into the bathroom to shower. I was excited from their short kissing play and I had a slight erection.

I thought I am going to look at her sexy body while showering. But in two minutes after her arrival in the bedroom, she was completely undressed and I was rewarded with the sight of her lithe beauty, standing before the bedroom mirror.

Meena began to examine her firm breasts in the mirror. From this view point of the camera, I could see her front part in the mirror and her backside directly looked at my camera. She waved a hand in front of her face and stared at her softly up thrust breasts in the mirror, cupping one and lifting it, then letting it drop free quivering sensually before becoming still. I moaned with a slightly open mouth, she watched in the mirror as she put both hands on her nipples and pinched. Her eyes were half-closed; a look of indulgent lewdness came over her face as she dug her nails into her tender, pink, pale flesh. Her nipples swelled from the pressure applied to them.

She was in an ecstasy world. I was sure that Murad’s visit was the cause of the situation and this hot and high sexual lust in her body. I knew that my wife fantasizes like many other women to be fucked by a much younger lover. Although few will admit it, every woman is secretly excited by the idea. I could only confirm this about my lovely wife since our last games with Murad.

Meena closed her eyes and I felt that she shuddered.

She straightened up, and still watching herself in the mirror, leaned in until her nipples pressed against the cool glass of the mirror. Her breath was coming rapidly, leaving a little spot fogged on the mirror.

With the flat of her hands, she felt her rib cage, let her hands wander down over her tautly flat stomach. Her hands were in her pubic area now, one palm cupped her prominent mound and an outstretched finger barely touched the clitoris, the little pink bud that was glistering with her excitement and reacting each time her finger rubbed over it. I was very hard now and had difficulty to restrain myself from taking my erection out and in hand and just stroked it over my trousers. But at the next moment my rod was out of his prison.

Meena stopped touching herself, then she went to the other side of the bedroom, grabbed a stool which stood there, took it over to the mirror and stood in front of it again, and put a foot up on the stool. With her knee bent, she exposed her glistening pussy to my eyes. I sucked in my breath as she slowly and lewdly spread her swollen and damp pussy lips to the mirror and to my hidden camera. I thought to myself how deeply I wish her to go on. Without volition, her fingers began working at the sensitive bud, which was sending spasms of lewd pleasure rippling through her body.

Meena’s eyes were almost closed as she watched herself in the mirror. She crouched a little and slowly pushed her middle finger into her wetly clasping cunt.

I thought to myself she is now feeling the slipperiness and the hotness of her pussy which milking her own finger.

She began pushing and pulling in and out, her ripe hips slowly and rhythmically beginning to pump in time to her strokes. Meena watched herself in the mirror, seemingly fascinated with the lewdness of her pumping motion.

I was totally sunk in my watching and dreaming welt...

She was sure also dreaming. She was dreaming of Murad, for sure, and imagining her finger as his fuck pole. Yet, he was there ten minutes before and was so eager and willing to fuck her hot choot! And her fidelity and abandonment to my love, prevented her from devotion her hot, sexy flesh to this young lad, who her body and soul demanded and desired after him and his cock.

I felt myself hot and feverish from the wild feeling uprising in my own loins.

Her orgasm was building as she increased the tempo of her fingering, pulling it out to the tip of it, then plunging the wetly glistening finger back in again up to the palm.

Her hips were pumping easily, with a lewd fucking motion that I had never noticed in her body before. I was watching her movements as I saw she increased the pace of her finger fucking into her own hot and excited cunt.

She crouched a little and spread her legs even more. Her free hand was cupping her breast and squeezing the nipple and pinching it tight and thus building up a more intensive and harder explosion in her sexy body. It was obviously she was about to cum. Her nakedly voluptuous body was tense now and her shapely breasts were jiggling as she worked her finger in and out faster and faster.

Suddenly, I saw something completely new in her sexual behavior: It looked as if she needed even more. Her free hand left her breasts and flew down, her fingers clamped to her buttock while her nails savagely clawing at one cheek of her ass as she leaned forward and reached for her backdoor. She jumped when her outstretched fingers touched it, her finger pressed against the opening of her Anus. A long and coarse moan came out from her throat as she watched herself in the mirror.

I saw her back arch, and knew a wave of electricity was running through her body.

I saw her pelvis convulse against the mirror; saw her legs shake as she sank to her knees on the floor, panting. 

The whites of her eyes reflected back at me in the mirror as she orgasmed and I could hear her words: “Yes… Yes, fuck me, fuck me deep…”

I had no alternative. I pistoled my erection up and down hurrying me along to my own orgasm. I came, spewing my load into my palm while watching her jiggling and quivering tits as she continued with fingering her choot and clawing her asscheeks.

After one minute she stood up and disappeared slowly into the bathroom. I turned the screen off and stood up.

I got into the bedroom. Meena was sleeping peaceful and deep. I went into the bathroom and washed. Then returned to the bedroom and laid down.

I had a new bad feeling. I had the feeling, I am restricting her bodily and sexual needs.

I wanted her to feel free and to do what her body wishes, let her to behave as my beloved wife who behaves naturally but remain mine, loves me and do things just for me, for always and ever… Now she was behaving just so… But there were her body needs, like this afternoon.

She was excited to be next to Murad, this young and attractive man, who wanted to have her and her body demanded to let him to do so, but my presence in her life and her love for me, prevented her… I was sure now, she was, is and will be mine for always, I had to let her “body” to behave free and naturally…

This was perhaps the only way to completely satisfy her more and gain more of her love. Perhaps was this a way to satisfy me more too….

- tbc -
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